Hahnemann Hospital School of Nursing - Hahnoscope Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE PLEDGE 66 S O L E M N L Y PLEDGE MYSELF BEFORE GOD AND IN THE PRESENCE OF THIS ASSEMBLY TO PASS MY LIFE IN PURITY AND TO PRACTICE MY PROFESSION FAITH, FULLY. I WILL ABSTAIN FROM Vv'HATf EVER IS DELETERIOUS AND MISCHIEf VOUS AND WILL NOT KNOWINGLY ADMINISTER ANY HARMFUL DRUG. I WILL DO ALL IN MY POWER TO ELEf VATE THE STANDARD OF MY PROFES SION, AND WILL HOLD IN CONFIDENCE ALL PERSONAL MATTERS COMMITTED TO MY KEEPING AND ALL FAMILY AF' FAIRS COMING TO MY KNOWLEDGE IN THE PRACTICE OF MY CALLING WITH LOYALTY WILL I ENDEAVOR TO AID THE PHYSICIAN IN HIS WORK AND DEVOTE MYSELF TO THE WEL' FARE OF THOSE COMMITTED TO MY CARE.

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PUT TO HERBERT L. NORTHROP, M.D., F.A.C.S. SURGEON-IN-CHIEF FOR HIS SURGICAL ABILITY, KIND CONSIDERATION AND HIS LASTING INSPIRATION, WE, THE NURSES OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN HUN- DRED AND THIRTY ONE, HUMBLY DEDICATE THIS VOLUME. The SuRc1aoN's HANDS His face? I know not whether it be fair, Ur lined and grayed to marli' the slipping years. His eyes? I do not glimpse t e pity there. Or try to probe their depths for hopes or fears. Only upon his wondrous hands I gaze. And search my memory through so jittingly To voice their loueliness. In still amaze I bow before their quiet di nity. 'They' make the crooked straight and heal old soresg T e blind to see. the war-torn clean and whole. Throughout the sufering world they touch the doors That open wide to life. The bitter bowl Of pain they sweeten till the weary rest, As though the hands of Christ had served and blest. By lm Noaron Munson.

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